«Dada knows everything. Dada spits on everything. Dada says «knowthing», Dada has no fixed ideas. Dada does not catch flies. Dada is bitterness laughing at everything that has been accomplished, sanctified…Dada is never right…No more painters, no more wrighters, no more religions, no more royalists, no more anarchists, no more socialists, no more police, no more airplanes, no more urinary passages… Like everything in life, Dada is useless, everything happens in a completely idiotic way…We are incapable of treating seriously any subjekt whatsoever, let alone this subject: ourselves». Dadaists, describing their own movement, said: «Dada was a phenomenon bursting forth in the midst of the post-war economic and moral crisis, a savior, a monster, which would lay waste to everything in its path. It was a systematic work of destruction and demoralization…In the end it became nothing but the act of sacrilege».